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Master P Sellin Ice Cream

sellin' ice cream in the bay An' fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Just another day, sellin' ice cream

sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Just another day, sellin' ice cream

like de la soul it's the 'O' And the folks don't understand, yes you can Rush, shake the van and catch the Ice Cream Man They know me as the loyal citizen

a nigga seriously thinkin' "How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?" Minimum wage flippin' patties, nope I'd rather fuck around with Coca Cola, yola Ice cream

get you three or two You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream And we don't fuck with no weed 'less it's purple or green [Chorus] [Master P

[master p] Mother fucking m - r - period Mr. master p Mr. no limit records Cause we selling shit out the walls My nigga silkk Ya'll gonna call him Mr.

broker than when Libra left you crying for a record deal from Luke I strike you awestruck you femanine to blackball I'll be serving you 'till you're serving me ice cream

know how we kick it You know what we do All opportunities And all unlimit No matter if its good Its gotta be tru Mix mastered and marked Somebody sell

This for all y'all niggaz dat tru to the g-zame. From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice Cream up and turn it into candy. Mo b